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Before I put together a big interest check and waste time writing out a nice OOC and whatnot, I'm curious to know if anyone would be interested in joining an RP based off the book series/TV show (The Magicians, in case you didn't read the title), more than likely set at Brakebills. However, including some Hedge stuff would be fine, too. I don't want to spread too thin, unless we end up with a larger group as that tends to lead to less interactions between people. As a warning, I have not read the books, so any GMing will be done with information from any wiki I can find as well as the show.

If we can get a group of at least 4 people, I'll more than happily write up something pretty and get us started.

@Emuxe *Pops in* Would like to say that this looks interesting, and that I am currently brainstorming a character for this. Some Q's:

What are society's views on cross-race relationships? If they happen/are possible, what is the result of the offspring? (Not necessarily wanting to make some cross-breed, just curious what a Fae-Treant would be like)

What is the extent of a Fae's affinity for magic? Is it typically just nature-based magic, or does it extend to other forms? What about Elves?

Under Nephilim's header, you specify that Humani are blessed by Raziel. Does that mean that humans are the only ones that are capable of being blessed?

Armor/weapons enchanted by a dwarf's runes. Is that restricted to only enhancing strength/protection, or can it have different enchantments? Like a sword of flaming, etc.?

I apologize for the probably unnecessary questions at this point. I am really interested in this, and see so many possibilities.

Natalya shuffled her feet in the silence following her "demonstration". It could have been worse. Now, everyone at least knows exactly what she is. That was the point of their little exercise, right? Sure, she couldn't make things disappear, but could she even handle such a dangerous power? As others stepped up to show off their ridiculously dangerous abilities, Natalya felt a sudden wave of relief. She would never have to worry about accidentally blowing up someone she loved. Or, in the case of their token robot, not even know what it feels like to love someone.

Perhaps her and Seven shared more than just a birthplace. It had been so long since Natalya felt love for another individual. When there are stronger emotions than love, they can often overpower an individual. Anger. Regret. Sadness. Shame. She wouldn't ever stop loving her brothers and her sister, but surely that love has been replaced over time. Her Dmitri and his beaming smile was no longer an image she recognized. Instead, it was replaced with a face of fear, of desperation. She couldn't help but imagine the questions that he was asking himself: Why did she leave me? Why isn't she here to protect me?

Because she ran.

Natalya felt a tear roll down her cheek. The mere thought of what she had done sent her emotions spiraling. In an attempt to control her emotions, she began to fidget with her arms. She needed a distraction. If her mind were to wander much more, she would end up in a ball on the ground.

"Hiya. Why are you so nervous?"

Natalya jumped as she felt someone touch her shoulder. She quickly wiped off her face and turned to greet the pale-faced girl, Light.

"Oh, I'm not nervous... Deep in thought, I guess you would say," she said. Her voice had broken slightly, even though Natalya had tried to conceal her emotions. Hopefully the girl didn't push the subject. All it would take is a second, and her voice would recover. This interaction was just what she needed. Someone who was genuinely happy.

"Light, yes? That is a pretty name. I meant to ask: In your dress, you have only bombs? Did the explosion not harm your face? Is a "toon" some form of alien?" She hadn't purposefully bombarded her with questions, but they had just sort of slipped out in a desperate attempt to distract the girl from her emotions that slowly faded from her face.

Natalya was thrown off-guard at the sound of her mother tongue. She would have taken the time to respond to the synthetic in her primary language, however her train of thought was lost as the crowd around her began to shuffle. Instead, she defaulted to the language she had been speaking for several years now: "Yes, that was a joke. I would much prefer to be called by my real name: Natalya." Their conversation, while potentially interesting, quickly died off as they were joined by others. The first to arrive was an extremely pale woman with blue hair. She showed a keen interest in both Seven and Natalya's... quirks... Along with the pale girl came another foreign looking boy, who had covered half of his face with some sort of eyepatch. Perhaps it had something to do with his "Metahuman-ness". Natalya could only dream of being able to cover up her hideous mutilations.

They were also joined by the young, extremely casual man who had challenged the delinquent earlier on in their introduction. His response of adding some color to their "unit" earned a chuckle out of Natalya. "That introduction gets points for uniqueness, I'll give you that," Natalya said, her accent ever-present. At this point, it would only be weird for her to try masking it.

"I suppose this is where everything gets interesting, showing each other our abilities," said the boy with the eyepatch.

Interesting was perhaps a bit too tame. Natalya would have preferred the word "disturbing" or "immoral". However, she was beginning to see a trend in these other Metahumans. From her extremely brief conversations, she had noticed that not many of them appeared to feel the same way as she did. In fact, it seemed to her that the majority of the Metahumans felt the opposite. The only logical conclusion she could come up with was that maybe they didn't all come to knowing their abilities in the same way she did. Perhaps, to some of them, the powers that they possessed truly were gifts. Unfortunately, these were the cards dealt to her, and there's no exchanging them.

Location: GymnasiumInteracting with: The students in the Gym

Inside the gym, their professor, Constance had gone on about what they were supposed to do, how to behave, and pretty much every other boring topic she could think of. Natalya had tuned out for the majority of her speech, opting to just follow the lead of other, more responsible students instead. Fortunately, their professor hadn't called them up in any particular order to "demonstrate".

The extremely pale girl was the first to volunteer. She introduced herself as simply Light, stating that she was a "toon", whatever that meant. She demonstrated her rather strange ability by pulling out an active, circular bomb from inside her dress. The bomb went off with a small explosion right in the girl's face. Natalya was still stuck on the fact that she had pulled that object out of her... Dress? With a quite speech and a bow, Light left the spotlight and allowed another student to take her place. Natalya made a mental note to ask Light what exactly she could do, seeing as pulling bombs out of a dress couldn't possibly have been the extent of her powers.

Up next was the kid with the eyepatch. He introduced himself as Seong Jin Park from Korea. His powers were the ability to create illusions. After demonstrating it on a single student, Natalya was left entirely unimpressed. Perhaps it would have been more impressive if it were used on her. How could she know if his illusions even worked?

After Jin came yet another foreigner. Though, to Natalya most of these people were foreign. Naomi from Singapore, who could "convert matter to energy and back again". After watching her demonstration, Natalya was left quite dumbfounded. Perhaps it was her lack of education, but someone shouldn't be able to make something completely disappear with a simple finger touch. "See how easy that was? Now someone else try. Go go," Naomi said before leaving the center.

"Well, it's now or later, I guess. Better get this over with," Natalya said quietly as she made her way slowly to the center of the gym. "My name is Natalya... Ruslana... Ivanov," she hesitated slightly on her middle name, "and I'm from Moscow, Russia. I have these gross arm things. They kind of stretch out a little, and unsurprisingly smell like fish. Uh..." Natalya hadn't actually thought of what she was going to do in her demonstration. She looked around the gym for anything that she could use to demonstrate before settling on the ceiling above her. "Oh, I can climb pretty well with these."

Natalya quickly made her way to one side of the gym, where the walls were covered in posters and advertisements. She latched her left arm firmly onto the wall, followed by the other arm. She steadily made her way up the wall, leaving the posters covered in a slimy residue. She found the edge of the ceiling, where the weaving of rafters was now within arms reach. One arm after another, she swung through the entirety of the gym. It was quite a strain on her arms, but fortunately she would recover relatively quickly. After climbing back down the wall, she met back up with her peers.

"Oh yeah, I also have gills." Natalya pulled up the side of her shirt to reveal several thin slits along her ribcage. Natalya gave the crowd a quick, awkward bow and returned to her spot among the others.

"I have a query: Why does that organic female wish to incite agitation from her superiors? What does that organic male exactly mean when he names her a 'bitch'?"

Natalya turned to face the voice directed at her. It's electronic origin nearly through her off, but then she realized where she was. It was simply another freakish non-human thing. Despite the significant height advantage that the android had, she felt incredibly relaxed in his... or its... presence. Perhaps she felt like the droid simply wasn't capable of judging her based on her mutilated body. Natalya couldn't help but let out a little giggle at his overly formal question. Before Natalya had a chance to respond to the android, the "bitch" in question decided to pipe up once more.

"Thingy. Why don't you let this organic deal with one idiot at a time ? This organic has no patience for idiots, " she said.

At this point, she seemed to have agitated many others in the crowd. Another girl had stepped into the fray and voiced her opinion, again siding with the majority.

"Poor girl; I think she just wanted to make friends. Doesn't look like it's working out so well, does it?" For the first time since she had arrived, she made her voice heard by more than just the lady at the front. Natalya tried to hold in her accent, but it somehow managed to slip out. It was probably for the best; her American accent was awful.

With the situation now diffused and the headmaster back on track, he finished answering any lingering questions. He told the students about the available clubs and what exactly the "STC" was. With the first part of their orientation concluded, the students were instructed to follow one of the professors outside to the gym, where they would show off whatever they could do.

"Well, looks like it's time to show the world just how weird we really are! Sounds like a blast. Would you care to join me... Robot guy? I'm sorry, but I don't know your name. You can call me 'Octopus lady' if you want. Or, 'The Kraken'. That's what the scared little children called me when they found me curled up under the bridge." Natalya forced a smile at the half-assed joke. Sure, she was called "The Kraken" several times, but more often than not it was by the newspapers speculating about the disturbance underneath the bridge. She had never actually scared any children. Well, never scared any children intentionally.

Natalya eagerly stepped out of the black car before it even came to a complete stop. She was cautiously optimistic of this "Powerbound Academy" place. She'd heard of the Powerbound Alliance, and everything that the Metahumans have done. Freaks of nature would be a more accurate term. Why couldn't she just be a normal girl, with normal arms?

Despite her self consciousness, Natalya moved with a purpose. Sure, there would be several strangers who stopped and stared as she walked by, but who are they to judge her? It's not like she wanted any of this. Fortunately the Powerbound Academy had helped supply her with enough funds to purchase an outfit that wasn't torn up and stained to hell and back. Without her sweater, she felt naked. Everyone could see her for who, or what, she truly was. No more newspaper articles about "The Kraken" living underneath the bridge, now everyone could just see it for themselves. Her old ragged outfit would have caused even more stares and snickers from the peanut gallery. That life was gone now, though. She was a student of the Powerbound Academy.

One of her responsibilities as a student was to attend the student orientation, which was being held in the auditorium. Natalya strode through the halls of the mansion-like building, following the many signs that would keep even the most clueless people on track. She had found the entrance after only a short walk. In front of the entrance was a woman behind a desk.

"Pardon me, ma'am, could I have your name?" She said.

Natalya stepped closer to the desk and cleared her throat. "Natalya Ivanov," she responded, her voice full of confidence.

The woman scanned a sheet of paper for her name before looking up again and smiling. "Thank you. Welcome to the Powerbound Academy, Natalya." She motioned Natalya into the auditorium.

Instantly she was filled with a sense of claustrophobia. The room itself wasn't entirely small or compact, but the amount of people that suddenly surrounded her sent chills down her spine. She moved along the edges of the room to settle herself into the corner of the room. Soon enough the lights dimmed and the orientation started. The headmaster, Udina, introduced himself and made no attempt to hide his accent. This sent a ripple of stifled laughter throughout the auditorium, which he promptly commented on. Great. Not only do I have freak arms that everyone can make fun of, but an accent, too. Fortunately for Natalya, her accent wasn't nearly at the level of their headmaster's.

After introducing some of their staff, the headmaster went over the goals of the Academy, as if they weren't obvious enough already. "We're going to teach you to be good freaks instead of bad freaks because you can't just not be a freak." And onto the rules. "Don't do bad freak things, because we'll teach you what happens to bad freaks." Of course, he didn't actually say any of that, but it would have been much quicker. As the headmaster finished, he asked for students to ask any questions they might have had. One boy had asked about food, which earned a couple of chuckles from the students.

"Grandpa, when am I allowed to leave your pitiful excuse of college and get back to my old life ? I liked it better," asked a girl as she poorly imitated the headmaster.

Natalya was shocked at the sheer rudeness seemingly out of nowhere. It may not be the best situation, but that doesn't mean she had to be so aggressive about it. Natalya wasn't the only one to think this either, as another boy had voiced his own distaste for the girl's question. She searched for the source of the boy, eventually spotting the very casually-dressed man, with a pair of blindingly white sneakers. His comment forced a small smile onto Natalya's face, one that she couldn't help. While she wouldn't have voiced her distaste in quite the same way, she wholeheartedly agreed with him.

Another girl had brought up the point of powers that cannot be deactivated. Natalya turned her attention to the headmaster, as this question did quite obviously pertain to her.

| In-Depth Appearance |The first, and probably most obvious thing about Natalya, are her giant tentacle arms. The purple tentacles connect at her shoulders, where they sort of mesh with her human flesh, creating a purple-skin color gradient. Her rather short stature only makes their large size seem even bigger. Her "biceps" are around double the size of an average female, with the tentacle tapering down to a pointed tip, which reach down to about her mid-calves. She has several large scars around her shoulder blades and neck area. The sides of Natalya's torso are covered in slits that serve as gills.

Before joining the Powerbound Academy, Natalya had very little clothing to her name. Her attire consisted of a torn, oversized sweater (Thanks Kanye!), along with a similarly tattered pair of sweat pants, both having several dark stains scattered among them. Due to literally living under a bridge, she had no choice but to wear whatever scraps she could find. The oversized sweater also helped conceal the two hideous masses of flesh that hung from her side. After joining the Academy, her wardrobe, while not torn anymore, is still quite basic. Anything beyond tank tops and black leggings will never make it into her wardrobe. Buttons are impossible, which means she won't ever be caught in a pair of jeans.

| Abilities |Tentacle Arms: Natalya has been "gifted" with two very large and extremely gross tentacle arms. These have unique properties, and are much stronger and durable than that of a normal octopus tentacle. They are able to extend beyond their dormant reach, allowing them to reach up to 10 feet in length. The tentacles have been known to regenerate upon receiving injury, and even fully regenerate if severed from her body. However, this process can take several weeks. While being extremely useful for reaching that plate in the back of the cupboard, they also secrete a sticky substance with quite a putrid odor. This liquid helps maintain a specific moisture level required for the arms to function.

Gills: Natalya has also been "gifted" with the ability to breath underwater due to the very handy pair of gills on either side of her torso. These flaps of skin allow her to stay submerged for much longer than an average human, with her times reaching up to thirty minutes without surfacing.

| Limitations |Temperature Sensitivity: Natalya's arms are quite susceptible to drastic temperature influxes. While the liquid secreted by the tentacles help maintain a stable temperature, if the distribution of this liquid is cut off, then her arms will begin to crack and shrivel up. They will not ever completely become useless, but the extreme pain caused by this render's Natalya essentially useless.

| Equipment |She carries very little, even after joining the Powerbound Academy. The only valuable object she has is a golden pendant around her neck that her mother gave to her before passing away. Inside of her wallet, she keeps a picture of every one of her family members.

| Personality |Natalya isn't quite reserved, but she also isn't the first to put herself in the front of the action, figuratively. Her rough past has transformed her from a once happy, cheerful young girl to a hardened, stoic individual. Having to stay hidden and endure harsh comments has developed a sense of self-consciousness.

| Place Of Origin |Natalya was born in Moscow, Russia. She lived underneath the Coronado Bridge in San Diego, California after fleeing her home country.

| Family |

Nadia Ivanov: Mother (1980-2020) Powerless.

Ruslan Ivanov: Father (1974-Present) Powerless.

Dmitri Ivanov: Brother (2008-2021) Powerless.

Isaak Ivanov: Brother (2008-Present) Powerless.

Alexandra Ivanov: Sister (2010-Present) Powerless.

Nikolai Ivanov: Brother (2019-Present) Powerless.

| History |Natalya was the oldest child, with her four other siblings all being born after her. Her two oldest brothers are twins, Dmitri and Isaak. Growing up, she lived a relatively normal life. She went to school, played in sports, and made friends. Her mother and father both had stable jobs. Her dad was a marine biologist, while her mother worked as a teacher at the local elementary school. Everything was perfect for the Ivanov's, at least on the outside.

Natalya's mother, Nadia Ivanov died of apparently natural causes in 2020, several months after giving birth to her last child, Nikolai. The family mourned, as any other family would. The kids never got the opportunity to see their mother after hearing of her death. All viewings were strictly forbidden by their father. No matter how much Natalya begged to see her mother before she was buried, her father refused. This caused a huge rift between Natalya and her father, one that has yet to be restored.

With the death of Nadia, the Ivanov's weren't ever really the same. Natalya's father withdrew them all from school and kept them locked up in the house nearly all day, every day. He didn't allow any outside contact. The kids were completely secluded from the rest of society. Unfortunately, this was just the beginning of their mistreatment. Natalya's father was mad with theories about the human body. He would go off on rants about how inefficient they were, and how they needed to find a way to revolutionize the way humans work.

He took Natalya, the oldest of the five kids, and began extensive experiments on her. He would restrain her for several days while she was attached to all kinds of tubes with fluorescent fluids pumping into her veins. Her father wouldn't give in to her screams. Instead, he chugged along, jotting down notes on his notepad and completely ignoring his daughter that he had previously loved so much. He had become a completely different man.

She had been locked in the basement for several months. No sunlight, no contact with her siblings, nothing. Just the spoon-fed porridge that her father brought down to keep her barely alive. Her father, for the first time in months, spoke. He told her that the day had come for them to complete the process. Without another word, he brought out a large bone saw. He immediately took to her arms, cutting them as close to the shoulder as he could. He had no means of obtaining an anesthetic for her, which only made the pain that much worse.

Within only a few weeks, her once human arms had been replaced by a pair of fully-grown octopus tentacles. Natalya's father had done it. After countless years of research, he had used his daughter as his guinea pig, and proved to be successful. Of course, in Natalya's eyes, he was a monster. Her father tried countless times to convince her that he had "improved" her. She wouldn't buy it.

Her resistance led to her being kept in the basement for several more months, as sort of a cooling off period. It didn't work. Her feelings of resentment turned to anger, which turned to spite. One day, when her father had come to give her a bowl of slop, she broke out. Her newfound strength allowed her to easily overpower the feeble old man and flee the city.

She fled to the nearest airport, where she was able to sneak onto the cargo hold of a plane headed for the United States. She was leaving her siblings behind with their monster of a father, which pained her the most. She had been able to save them for a few months by being her father's lab rat, but he would no doubt turn to the others for his insane experiments. Natalya promised herself that once she had time to reestablish herself as a normal human being, she would return to help rescue her siblings.

Once in California, Natalya took to living on the streets. Or rather, under the streets. She took up residency underneath the Coronado Bridge in San Diego, only going into the city in the dead of night, wearing extremely baggy clothing to conceal her arms. She knew that if anyone actually saw her arms, they would freak out and most likely call the police. Or animal control.

One day while reading the paper, among articles about the mythical "kraken" living in the water, she found out about the Powerbound Academy. Realizing that this might be her one and only chance to integrate herself back into society, she jumped at the opportunity.

| Extra |Think I covered everything... But I can't help but feel like I missed something very important...

| In-Depth Appearance |The first, and probably most obvious thing about Natalya, are her giant tentacle arms. The purple tentacles connect at her shoulders, where they sort of mesh with her human flesh, creating a purple-skin color gradient. Her rather short stature only makes their large size seem even bigger. Her "biceps" are around double the size of an average female, with the tentacle tapering down to a pointed tip, which reach down to about her mid-calves. She has several large scars around her shoulder blades and neck area. The sides of Natalya's torso are covered in slits that serve as gills.

Before joining the Powerbound Academy, Natalya had very little clothing to her name. Her attire consisted of a torn, oversized sweater (Thanks Kanye!), along with a similarly tattered pair of sweat pants, both having several dark stains scattered among them. Due to literally living under a bridge, she had no choice but to wear whatever scraps she could find. The oversized sweater also helped conceal the two hideous masses of flesh that hung from her side. After joining the Academy, her wardrobe, while not torn anymore, is still quite basic. Anything beyond tank tops and black leggings will never make it into her wardrobe. Buttons are impossible, which means she won't ever be caught in a pair of jeans.

| Abilities |Tentacle Arms: Natalya has been "gifted" with two very large and extremely gross tentacle arms. These have unique properties, and are much stronger and durable than that of a normal octopus tentacle. They are able to extend beyond their dormant reach, allowing them to reach up to 10 feet in length. The tentacles have been known to regenerate upon receiving injury, and even fully regenerate if severed from her body. However, this process can take several weeks. While being extremely useful for reaching that plate in the back of the cupboard, they also secrete a sticky substance with quite a putrid odor. This liquid helps maintain a specific moisture level required for the arms to function.

Gills: Natalya has also been "gifted" with the ability to breath underwater due to the very handy pair of gills on either side of her torso. These flaps of skin allow her to stay submerged for much longer than an average human, with her times reaching up to thirty minutes without surfacing.

| Limitations |Temperature Sensitivity: Natalya's arms are quite susceptible to drastic temperature influxes. While the liquid secreted by the tentacles help maintain a stable temperature, if the distribution of this liquid is cut off, then her arms will begin to crack and shrivel up. They will not ever completely become useless, but the extreme pain caused by this render's Natalya essentially useless.

| Equipment |She carries very little, even after joining the Powerbound Academy. The only valuable object she has is a golden pendant around her neck that her mother gave to her before passing away. Inside of her wallet, she keeps a picture of every one of her family members.

| Personality |Natalya isn't quite reserved, but she also isn't the first to put herself in the front of the action, figuratively. Her rough past has transformed her from a once happy, cheerful young girl to a hardened, stoic individual. Having to stay hidden and endure harsh comments has developed a sense of self-consciousness.

| Place Of Origin |Natalya was born in Moscow, Russia. She lived underneath the Coronado Bridge in San Diego, California after fleeing her home country.

| Family |

Nadia Ivanov: Mother (1980-2020) Powerless.

Ruslan Ivanov: Father (1974-Present) Powerless.

Dmitri Ivanov: Brother (2008-2021) Powerless.

Isaak Ivanov: Brother (2008-Present) Powerless.

Alexandra Ivanov: Sister (2010-Present) Powerless.

Nikolai Ivanov: Brother (2019-Present) Powerless.

| History |Natalya was the oldest child, with her four other siblings all being born after her. Her two oldest brothers are twins, Dmitri and Isaak. Growing up, she lived a relatively normal life. She went to school, played in sports, and made friends. Her mother and father both had stable jobs. Her dad was a marine biologist, while her mother worked as a teacher at the local elementary school. Everything was perfect for the Ivanov's, at least on the outside.

Natalya's mother, Nadia Ivanov died of apparently natural causes in 2020, several months after giving birth to her last child, Nikolai. The family mourned, as any other family would. The kids never got the opportunity to see their mother after hearing of her death. All viewings were strictly forbidden by their father. No matter how much Natalya begged to see her mother before she was buried, her father refused. This caused a huge rift between Natalya and her father, one that has yet to be restored.

With the death of Nadia, the Ivanov's weren't ever really the same. Natalya's father withdrew them all from school and kept them locked up in the house nearly all day, every day. He didn't allow any outside contact. The kids were completely secluded from the rest of society. Unfortunately, this was just the beginning of their mistreatment. Natalya's father was mad with theories about the human body. He would go off on rants about how inefficient they were, and how they needed to find a way to revolutionize the way humans work.

He took Natalya, the oldest of the five kids, and began extensive experiments on her. He would restrain her for several days while she was attached to all kinds of tubes with fluorescent fluids pumping into her veins. Her father wouldn't give in to her screams. Instead, he chugged along, jotting down notes on his notepad and completely ignoring his daughter that he had previously loved so much. He had become a completely different man.

She had been locked in the basement for several months. No sunlight, no contact with her siblings, nothing. Just the spoon-fed porridge that her father brought down to keep her barely alive. Her father, for the first time in months, spoke. He told her that the day had come for them to complete the process. Without another word, he brought out a large bone saw. He immediately took to her arms, cutting them as close to the shoulder as he could. He had no means of obtaining an anesthetic for her, which only made the pain that much worse.

Within only a few weeks, her once human arms had been replaced by a pair of fully-grown octopus tentacles. Natalya's father had done it. After countless years of research, he had used his daughter as his guinea pig, and proved to be successful. Of course, in Natalya's eyes, he was a monster. Her father tried countless times to convince her that he had "improved" her. She wouldn't buy it.

Her resistance led to her being kept in the basement for several more months, as sort of a cooling off period. It didn't work. Her feelings of resentment turned to anger, which turned to spite. One day, when her father had come to give her a bowl of slop, she broke out. Her newfound strength allowed her to easily overpower the feeble old man and flee the city.

She fled to the nearest airport, where she was able to sneak onto the cargo hold of a plane headed for the United States. She was leaving her siblings behind with their monster of a father, which pained her the most. She had been able to save them for a few months by being her father's lab rat, but he would no doubt turn to the others for his insane experiments. Natalya promised herself that once she had time to reestablish herself as a normal human being, she would return to help rescue her siblings.

Once in California, Natalya took to living on the streets. Or rather, under the streets. She took up residency underneath the Coronado Bridge in San Diego, only going into the city in the dead of night, wearing extremely baggy clothing to conceal her arms. She knew that if anyone actually saw her arms, they would freak out and most likely call the police. Or animal control.

One day while reading the paper, among articles about the mythical "kraken" living in the water, she found out about the Powerbound Academy. Realizing that this might be her one and only chance to integrate herself back into society, she jumped at the opportunity.

| Extra |Think I covered everything... But I can't help but feel like I missed something very important...

@AbandonedIntel Oh yeah, I'm hyped to get back into the action. You'd be fine with me using Alexandra again for this, yeah? I quite liked the idea behind her, and she still has yet to see much time in any RP.